Chloe looked up from her computer when someone tapped quietly on the door
of the torch. A young man stepped in, looking bored. He wore a uniform, and
carried a bouquet of twelve roses.
Chloe rolled her eyes, as she motioned for him to come it. Lana and Clark had their backs to the door, absorbed in some article supposedly.
"Yes?" Chloe prompted, feeling irritated that Clark had to go public with his affections for Lana so close to Valentine's day. Did he *want* to kill her? Chloe wondered.
The young man cleared his throat. "Flowers for..." he checked his delivery order. "Chloe Sullivan."
Chloe was sure her jaw hit the desktop. Lana and Clark looked up from the computer in surprise. The deliveryman held out a tablet for Chloe to sign.
Mutely she scrawled her name, and took the roses.
"Thank you for your patronage to Garden Emporium. We hope your special day is a day like no other." The deliveryman intoned. He looked bored out of his tree. "Have a good day." He turned and left the office.
Lana rushed over to Chloe with a huge grin on her face. "Chloe!" She exclaimed. "You didn't tell me! What's going on?" She demanded in a conspiring whisper.
Clark cleared his throat. "Who's the lucky guy?" He asked.
Chloe looked at both of them. "You mean, you didn't send these to me?"
They both shook their heads.
"Read the card!" Lana prompted.
Chloe noticed the card for the first time. It was tucked into the roses. She set the flowers down on her desk, and pulled the card out. It said:
*Hope the flowers made your day. Don't give up, Prince Charming may show up some day. S.W.A.K.*
Chloe rolled her eyes. It was cheesy, corny and all other points in between, and she still found herself suckered in. Smiling, she handed the card to Lana, who was practically dancing in place, with the desire to see it.
Lana scanned the contents, and then handed it to Clark.
"Who wrote it?" Lana asked Chloe. Chloe shrugged, as she went to find an empty container to stick the roses in.
"Swak?" Clark asked. Dropping the note onto Chloe's binder.
Chloe nodded. "Yeah Clark. Sealed with a kiss. You've never heard that before?"
Clark shrugged. "Maybe, but I guess I know it now!" he said, with a not so subtle glance in Lana's direction.
Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She found an empty coffee can and went to fill it with water.
Lana giggled as soon as Chloe was out of the room. "Do you know who did this?" She asked Clark.
He shook his head. "I have no idea!"
"It's so romantic!" Lana pretended to swoon. "I wonder who it is?"
"Romantic?" Clark asked.
"Du-uh!" Lana said with a smile. "A mysterious admirer... with taste!" She pointed at the roses. "Who wouldn't want that?"
Chloe meanwhile, was hovering in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. The coffee can was filled with water. Chloe was just wasting time before she went back to the office.
She had always thought she was halfway good looking, but no one ever seemed to be interested. Clark had liked her when he had first met her, but Lana quickly became the forrunner in that race. And now there was someone interested enough to send her flowers.
She wasn't sure if she was happy or not. The sender was obviously smitten. His letter was disturbingly cheesy. Prince Charming, S.W.A.K. it was almost over the top.
Chloe was afraid, it was all a joke. Up to that point, only meteor mutants had ever given her a second look, so this must all be a joke. Someone had figured out the true author of the Valentine's day article, and were trying to show her up.
Well, it wouldn't work. Chloe decided. She was smarter then that. No one was going to play her for a fool.
Satisfied with her decision, she grabbed the coffee can and headed back to the Torch office. While she wasn't going to fall for the joke, she couldn't bring herself to throw the flowers away.
Clark had left the Torch when Chloe got back. Lana was sitting at her desk, rereading the note again.
Chloe shook her head, and grabbed up the roses. She cut them shorter with a pair of scissors, and stuck them in the coffee can. Setting them on her desk, she shooed Lana out of her chair.
"So, are you going to try and figure out who it is?" Lana asked expectantly.
Chloe shook her head. "Nah, if he's really serious, I'm sure he'll make himself known."
Lana looked surprised. "You're not even a little bit curious?"
Chloe looked up at Lana sharply. Lana was pushing this an awful lot. The suspicion that Lana had orchestrated the whole thing snuck into her mind.
"Nope." Chloe said flippantly. "Not even a little curious!"
TBC...
A/N: Any good, or should I really just wrap it up?
Chloe rolled her eyes, as she motioned for him to come it. Lana and Clark had their backs to the door, absorbed in some article supposedly.
"Yes?" Chloe prompted, feeling irritated that Clark had to go public with his affections for Lana so close to Valentine's day. Did he *want* to kill her? Chloe wondered.
The young man cleared his throat. "Flowers for..." he checked his delivery order. "Chloe Sullivan."
Chloe was sure her jaw hit the desktop. Lana and Clark looked up from the computer in surprise. The deliveryman held out a tablet for Chloe to sign.
Mutely she scrawled her name, and took the roses.
"Thank you for your patronage to Garden Emporium. We hope your special day is a day like no other." The deliveryman intoned. He looked bored out of his tree. "Have a good day." He turned and left the office.
Lana rushed over to Chloe with a huge grin on her face. "Chloe!" She exclaimed. "You didn't tell me! What's going on?" She demanded in a conspiring whisper.
Clark cleared his throat. "Who's the lucky guy?" He asked.
Chloe looked at both of them. "You mean, you didn't send these to me?"
They both shook their heads.
"Read the card!" Lana prompted.
Chloe noticed the card for the first time. It was tucked into the roses. She set the flowers down on her desk, and pulled the card out. It said:
*Hope the flowers made your day. Don't give up, Prince Charming may show up some day. S.W.A.K.*
Chloe rolled her eyes. It was cheesy, corny and all other points in between, and she still found herself suckered in. Smiling, she handed the card to Lana, who was practically dancing in place, with the desire to see it.
Lana scanned the contents, and then handed it to Clark.
"Who wrote it?" Lana asked Chloe. Chloe shrugged, as she went to find an empty container to stick the roses in.
"Swak?" Clark asked. Dropping the note onto Chloe's binder.
Chloe nodded. "Yeah Clark. Sealed with a kiss. You've never heard that before?"
Clark shrugged. "Maybe, but I guess I know it now!" he said, with a not so subtle glance in Lana's direction.
Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She found an empty coffee can and went to fill it with water.
Lana giggled as soon as Chloe was out of the room. "Do you know who did this?" She asked Clark.
He shook his head. "I have no idea!"
"It's so romantic!" Lana pretended to swoon. "I wonder who it is?"
"Romantic?" Clark asked.
"Du-uh!" Lana said with a smile. "A mysterious admirer... with taste!" She pointed at the roses. "Who wouldn't want that?"
Chloe meanwhile, was hovering in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. The coffee can was filled with water. Chloe was just wasting time before she went back to the office.
She had always thought she was halfway good looking, but no one ever seemed to be interested. Clark had liked her when he had first met her, but Lana quickly became the forrunner in that race. And now there was someone interested enough to send her flowers.
She wasn't sure if she was happy or not. The sender was obviously smitten. His letter was disturbingly cheesy. Prince Charming, S.W.A.K. it was almost over the top.
Chloe was afraid, it was all a joke. Up to that point, only meteor mutants had ever given her a second look, so this must all be a joke. Someone had figured out the true author of the Valentine's day article, and were trying to show her up.
Well, it wouldn't work. Chloe decided. She was smarter then that. No one was going to play her for a fool.
Satisfied with her decision, she grabbed the coffee can and headed back to the Torch office. While she wasn't going to fall for the joke, she couldn't bring herself to throw the flowers away.
Clark had left the Torch when Chloe got back. Lana was sitting at her desk, rereading the note again.
Chloe shook her head, and grabbed up the roses. She cut them shorter with a pair of scissors, and stuck them in the coffee can. Setting them on her desk, she shooed Lana out of her chair.
"So, are you going to try and figure out who it is?" Lana asked expectantly.
Chloe shook her head. "Nah, if he's really serious, I'm sure he'll make himself known."
Lana looked surprised. "You're not even a little bit curious?"
Chloe looked up at Lana sharply. Lana was pushing this an awful lot. The suspicion that Lana had orchestrated the whole thing snuck into her mind.
"Nope." Chloe said flippantly. "Not even a little curious!"
TBC...
A/N: Any good, or should I really just wrap it up?
